Part One: Dark Eyes
Chapter Nine: Broken Awakening
It had finally come. After what could have passed for a large portion of eternity, the weekend finally came with the arrival of the long anticipated Halloween Extravaganza, with no more strange incidents. It was one of the few times that the dress code was no longer recognized and everyone took the chance to break it, meaning that every girl in the school dressed as if they were trying to pose for the cover of playboy with animal ears or something else that was deemed "cute." But of course, Sam didn't roll that way, although she had no problem showing some skin or her figure.
The dress was black and looked to be made of silk. It's low cut, halter-top design showed off her…assets…to their advantage. The dress hugged to her form, tied tightly with a dark purple sash that fell to the floor with the rest of the dress that flared out in softly swirling folds before touching just above her toes. She was forced to wear a pear of high heals, lest she wished to trip and embarrass herself in front of the entire school, which was not an option tonight. She wanted to impress, she wanted astonish, and she wanted to take the light right out of that little bitch's eyes, Paulina. Maybe with this dress, she'd do exactly what she wanted to. Then what would Danny say at this ditching of the Goth image and taking on a more seductive one that was still mysterious but not along the road of being a slut. She wasn't cute, but she was sexy, plain and simple.
She stood in front of the mirror now. Her hands slid down on both sides of her body from her underarms to about two inches below her hips. She let them fall limp and she pouted. For some reason, she jest wanted someone to tell her she was attractive right now, at this very moment. She wanted someone to hold her and say that she was beautiful; for some reason, she was feeling very insecure at the moment. She almost needed an ego boost at the moment. She was always one that prided herself on never being a vain person. She had always felt personality counted, but now, when someone was looking at her, saying they loved her, she wanted to be beautiful. She wanted them to say she was beautiful.
"Oh Sam, you're gorgeous," a deep, warm voice said behind her. He appeared almost as if from thin air, placing his arms around her, cradling her from behind. He stared at the image of both of them in the mirror. He was dressed in suit to match her outfit. It looked as if they were a perfect pair, and it felt like they were made for each other as well when he pressed up against her like that. He gave his trademark sexy sly grin. "Hello, my kitty. How have you been?" She couldn't help but smile as he softly kissed her cheek. "I told you I was coming, didn't I?"
Her expression softened. Her twilight eyes peered into his forest orbs. They blended into each other, like the setting sun blending into the woods, where it was beautifully eerie and was always picturesque. They were perfect like that, if for nothing else. "You did. My God, Shade, you did." She turned around so that she could face him and see his expression. She grabbed the back of his head, her finger twining into his hair and she pulled him down for a kiss. It was long, slow, sensuous, and sweet. It was caring. They broke apart and she looked at him. He looked at her, cocking his head to the side, instantly becoming adorable, but then his pleasant face changed to annoyance when she pinched him. "I'm just testing." She pinched herself, felt the slight pain, and shrugged. "Guess I'm not dreaming."
He gave a low chuckle and placed his forehead on hers. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she lightly placed her hands on the bend of his elbows. "Of course you aren't. I told you I was coming. I told you." His eyes were amazing in the low lighting, the gold flecks in them outstanding. She was finding that she lost herself in those blazing orbs momentarily, and he realized it. A soft smile graced his features. "My kitty, oh how you've changed." There was something in him, something that made his face less hard, cold, into something that was more pleasant, less ethereal. He seemed almost normal, except for the striking green eyes and thick, snow-white hair; but now it was as if he was no longer a dream and now a man. He was a real person to fight for her affections, something she had wanted for so long. He was someone who openly shared his affections.
There was a sudden sound, the ringing of a doorbell. She abruptly turned her head at the sound, looking to the closed door. Suddenly, there was a whisper on the air; she turned back and saw that he had disappeared. She looked down at her hands and saw the faint traces of a mist. A quiet laughter filled her ears and she saw the faintest glimpse of him as he disappeared through the wall. Warmth filled her at the last sighting of him, but then the urgent knocking on the door broke her from her warmth and a fearful iciness went to her bones.
"Sam? Sam!" It was Danny, obviously, and he sounded urgent. "Could you open up? I just caught a whiff of a ghost. Sam? Please, let me in!" He kept pounding on the door. She just stood there, unable to answer. Her body was rigid, as if all her joints were locked into place. "I'm coming in!" It sounded as if there was a whoosh of air and he came flying through the doorway, a white outline that seemed to mist with any solid object that came into contact with him. He saw her and the relief washed over his face as he landed in the foyer. His body became solid again, the green disappearing from his eyes and his original sky blue eyes took their place. "You didn't answer me. I was so worried. Next time you shou—" He stopped in mid sentence as he finally took her attire in. The blush rose from his neck to the top of his head and he averted his gaze. "Sam…Wow. You look…amazing; like a goddess." He closed the distance between them and held out a rose that looked as black as night with just a tint of the darkest red at the edges of the petals. "For you."
"Oh Danny," she breathed as she gingerly took the rose from his hand. "You didn't need to do this. Having you with me was enough."
"But I wanted to do it," he replied. He gently took her over to the wall so that her back was pressed up against it and he pushed himself up against her body, treating her as if she were made of glass. "I love you and I wanted to show my love with a simple…rose." The last word came out as a sigh for him as he leaned down so that his lips were just touching hers. The gasp from him leaped down her throat and into her stomach where it seemed to start her body on fire, and she couldn't take it. The rose fell to the ground, completely forgotten as she closed the last centimeter between them and crushed herself against him. He responded with a ferocity she didn't think possible and became liquid in his arms. His hands held her tenderly, as if he were holding back, not breaking free. He reluctantly broke away from her, giving a frustrated moan. "God dammit, Sam!" He looked away, as if he were ashamed. "I…I don't want to hurt you."
"Danny, listen to me," she ordered, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at her. Amethyst met sapphire, each one complementing the other. They were two opposing forces, each equally willful, meeting in a clash of sparks. Maybe that's why they were perfect for each other, as if they might be soul mates. "You can't hurt me, okay? I don't want you to ever hold back on me."
He took it as an acceptable answer and kissed her again, one arm circling around her as he tried to find a spot to sit her on with his free arm. There was a crashing sound as he accidentally knocked a vase on a small table over. He lifted her up so that she could sit on the table while his mouth left hers and he devoted more attention to the rest of her exposed skin. She ripped his shirt out of his pants and her hands roamed up and down on his chest, admiring the beginning muscles that were forming from his routine workouts. He was at the "awkward" phase between being a young man and a man. However, she had a feeling that his transition was going over fine and she liked the gangly form with the pent up energy he possessed. He showed potential and she knew in the future he'd truly be noteworthy, if he weren't already.
They were losing themselves. All that was becoming known was the feel of flesh, the fragrant scent of another, the way a body fit, moans and groans, soft lips, and many more. Sam's world was becoming hazy, her eyes opening and closing. Every time she was able to focus, all she caught were glimpses of Danny's head, or his expression of bliss, or just the a bit of deep blue from his eyes that were half lidded.
It was then the song from Kingdom Hearts broke through her haziness. He had stopped and was looking straight at her, blushing as if he had been caught peeking in on the girls' locker room. He fumbled for the cell phone located in his pockets and pulled the offending thing out and flipping it open.
"Hello?" There was a slight pause, but judging from the look on his face, he was irritated by whoever was at the other end. "Of course I'm picking her up." There was yet another pause. He blushed. "No, it's just I got a little…caught up." She knew it was Tucker, especially by the way she heard a small scream that sounded much like "Score!" She should have known better. "Why, you little bastard." Another pause. "That's it! I am making sure you will never have children." Pause. "Yeah, and I'll make sure the children call you stumpy too, dumbass. I swear to God Tucker, you are one of the most annoying people I know." There was another pause, this one slightly longer. "Just tonight, but if you cross paths with me, I'll make sure to embarrass you in front of Valerie." She could have sworn she heard a desperate "No!" come from the phone. He laughed. "Go have some fun, Tuck. It'll be the last." He shut the phone, smiling, turning his attention back to Sam. "Now, where were we?"
"That boy obviously has some anger issues," Tucker commented as he put his phone away. Valerie squeezed his arm reassuringly. He ran a hand through his hair that wasn't covered by the hat and it actually looked decent. People were turning heads to see his hair and nodding in approval. It was remarkable that one change could cause such a stir. "Well, I guess we should go and make the best of this night, because it'll probably be my last."
She gave a throaty chuckle. "Well I intend to make it a memorable one." He blushed at the comment. She was so beautiful tonight, garbed in a dark orange dress that stopped just above her knees. It accented her figure perfectly, bringing out a healthy glow in her skin and eyes. She also had a matching halo on her head and he had decided that she was beautiful as well as adorable. "Right now, I say we go and have ourselves some fun!" She threw her hands into the air as if it was a declaration of some kind, and he couldn't help but be merry as well. "What are we waiting for?"
What was he waiting for?
They ran up the steps and burst through the large double doors that led into the Casper High gym. The pulse pounding music assaulted them instantly, but that was perfectly fine. It was part of the experience, and coupled with the decorations, Tucker and Valerie had a strange feeling that it was going to be one of those nights that would indeed be memorable. He whipped her around so that she twirled, their arms outstretched. He had started up a little tango lately and when she had come over the other night, they had practiced until they were exhausted. Of course, that was the same night he had kissed her and confessed that he did like her.
She replied to his confession with another sweet kiss.
He had been overjoyed.
Now, they were at the biggest dance imaginable and here he was with one of the prettiest girls. He was indeed a lucky man.
The only word that came to mind for him was his simple perverted glee.
Score!
"Wow." That's all Sam could say. The lights, the sounds, the colors, the…everything. It was mass confusion, yes, but it was also a wonderful chaos one could not help but embrace. She was almost overwhelmed and clung to Danny, pressing herself into him. It didn't go unnoticed by her that he gulped at her position. She liked that power she had over him, the fact she had the ability to make him blush. She gave a challenging smile. "So, are you ready to go and cause a little destruction?" He gave a grin that matched her own. "I take that as a yes."
"Danny! Yoo hoo! Oh Danny! Over here…" They turned their heads to see a certain dark-eyed Latino escorted by a pea-brained football star. Paulina hung all over Dash, flaunting her outfit: a corset, fishnet, and rabbit ears, with the usual accessories. Oh, she was going for the classic Playboy look and succeeding. Dash was dressed like the old Hugh, with robes and slippers and a pipe, but when he blew into the pipe, bubbles came out. It was wonderfully juvenile. Paulina ignored her date for a moment and strutted to the young man with jet-black hair and striking blue eyes. She gave a dazzling smile as she hugged herself up against Danny. "Oh my!" she gasped as she felt his arms. "Danny, you've gotten stronger, haven't you?" Sam felt like emptying her stomach on her rival. "Is this why you haven't talked to me lately?" Sam was happy she wasn't holding anything. Her grip was strong enough to crush iron and it was taking all her will not to grip some part of Paulina. "You and the ghost boy have both been avoiding me. I feel spurned." She gave a mock faint, and Danny in all his Boy Scout honor, grabbed her. She heaved a sigh that showed off her ample bosom. "You are such a gentleman. I hope you are more of one tonight when we dance." It wasn't a suggestion, it was a demand, and that was the last Sam would stand for.
He saw the raven-haired beauty about to snap and stopped the show by letting go of Paulina, allowing her to stumble back a ways. The Latino gave a look of disbelief. "Sorry," he said as he grabbed hold of Sam so that she was close to him, "but I don't think my date would appreciate that. After all, I can't go making the most beautiful girl angry by dancing with another." And with that, he led Sam away from Paulina who gave an angry screech before dragging Dash off. When he led Sam into the gym, he placed a loving kiss on her forehead and shouted above the noise, "Let's forget those two and go on and dance!"
She didn't need any more prompting. She pulled him out to the dance floor where it was near to bursting with bodies that were grinding and bumping to the tune Gasolina. She turned around so that she could look into his eyes and began to sway her hips back and forth. His hands settled down on her waist as he stared back at her and he began to move with a rhythm that complemented her own, and soon enough, she was following his body's movements, allowing him to take the lead. They brushed up against each other and there was a tingle, a spark. Her hips reached out to his and it was almost as if they were melded together, their sways, their motions the exact same, matching perfectly. She turned around so that she could lean into him. His hands slid from her waist lower so that they intimately touched her thighs, rubbing softly, bringing a soft gasp from her.
The night went on that way. Every time they danced, it was in a personal manner. They stayed close, always within touching distance, some part of them kept together, whether it was a pinky, or a whole body. They couldn't move away from each other. It almost seemed that if they would, they might die. They breathed in their essences as if it were air itself, something that couldn't be lived without. Danny treated her as if she was his everything and Sam treated him like he was the only thing in her life. It was lust, it was heat, and it was also love. They had always felt that way about each other the moment they laid eyes on one another. Nothing could change that, right?
At one point, during a slow song, he placed his forehead against Sam's, his breathing shallow. "I don't think I can take this much longer," he muttered. He lifted his forehead from hers and gave her a steamy look. "We need to get out of here." He didn't give her time to agree or protest. He grabbed her hand and led her out of the dance, led her out of the gym, led her out of the chaos, and took her into the cool, night air where things were quieter. He took her outside where things were closer, where people didn't see anything. "I want to take you someplace," he whispered, and suddenly made them invisible as he used his powers to lift them off the ground and fly off. The city was enchanting this far below and Sam spread her arms out and let herself fall back as Danny held her tenderly around the waist and flew off to some secret place. "Here it is." He stopped by a pond where there sat a cherry blossom tree, the only one in Amity Park. He touched the ground and with a small popping sound, they became visible to the world. "I wanted to show you this place." His eyes gazed out over the moonlit pond, his expression blissful. "I always come out here when I'm tired and need to be alone. I like to think here."
"Thinking?" She gave a laugh, jokingly so. "Why, Danny Fenton, I never thought of you as the kind to think." Her laughter died when she saw how his eyes were, pure skies that broke through the twilight. They came and mingled, him light and her the dividing line between the light and darkness. She was a dividing line for something else as well. It was such a strange way to put it, but maybe it was the best explanation for two men in her life: Danny was light, Shade was dark, and she was the in between. "Is something wrong?"
"Yes." She didn't know how it happened, but she found herself on the ground, with him straddling her body. She felt the electricity between them intensify. It soon became a heat that she could barely stand. It made her want to rip his clothes so she could place her skin against his. She wanted him to drape across her so that he touched every part of her possible. "I want you Sam." He leaned closer, slowly kissing her. He broke it. "No, I need you." He placed fevered kisses all over her face as she slid his jacket off of him. She tried to unbutton his shirt, but her hands were shaking too much in anticipation and he had to stop a moment to help her. "I want to know every inch of you." His hands grazed along her flesh to emphasize his point. "I can't ever hold it anymore. I'm just not strong enough." His lips found her again and it was as if he was trying to take in as much of her as possible. They both felt a desperation welling up in them that tore at their souls. "I won't do anything until you give the word." He stopped his actions and sat back up. He was stunning with his shirt hanging open, and his black hair mussed. He had a sex appeal worthy of making any girl swoon. She saw the tension in him. He was trembling, every muscle in his body was trembling in an effort not to reach out and grab her. "Well?" His voice cracked. He swallowed. It was obvious he was fighting with himself. "What's your answer?"
She opened her mouth to say yes, to surrender to him completely, when it happened. A telltale blue mist leaked out of his mouth. He looked all around him, desperately searching for the ghostly presence that had decided to ruin a perfectly good evening. There was silence in the night, but it was not a normal one. The crickets that had been chirping moments ago had stopped their music. The lightning bugs that had been lazily flying around no longer blinked for a mate. A glow in Danny's hand showed he was forming a ball of energy to act as a weapon. He got off of Sam and stood up, still searching the skies, the ground; any place where a ghost might appear. There was nothing, and still the blue mist leaked out of his mouth.
And then he heard it. It was a whisper on the wind and he barely had time to react. He moved and felt the air whistle past him and saw a large sword bury itself into the ground where he was moments before. The sword slowly disappeared like steam, making a hissing sound. That was it. He allowed the change to come over him so that he was the all-powerful Danny Phantom. He looked to where the sword came from; his jaw dropped open in disbelief.
"Danny Fenton, what have I told you about my kitty?" Shade asked. He shook his head in disappointment. "I guess I should have straight out told you that you can't have her." An ectoplasmic whip formed in his left hand and he gave a sexy sly grin. "After all, she is my girl."
"What the hell are you doing here?" Danny demanded. "You don't exist here. You can't be here!"
"Oh but I can," Shade shot back. "I can be wherever I want to be now. You're just too naïve for your own good." The whip struck out and sped for Danny who dodged aside at the last second. The youth sent out a ball of energy that Shade was able to move away from easily. He sent his whip back out and it struck Danny's cheek, drawing a line of blood that slowly beaded down the face. "I guess I have time for a quick lesson."
Sam watched on in horror.
No…
No..
No.
No!
The two met in midair and there was an explosion of energy.
This wasn't happening.
End Part One: Dark Eyes
End Chapter
Author's Notes: Oh my gosh! Can you believe that? I can't believe it! Danny was so going to score with Sam and then Shade comes to ruin the party. That is so not cool! But hey, I updated a little bit faster than I did last time, right? I'm still sorry it took so long but I went on a trip to D.C. and then immediately went to Indiana. But hey, I got this thing going as fast as I could because I love you guys sooo much! And you know what? I'll love you even more if you give me a review. Tell your friends to review too! Oh, and is there anyone who has a C2 community that would post this story on theirs? I would like to get this thing circulating. Also, I stress that questions be sent in the form of a PM because I would like your thoughts and opinions on a review. Either way I'll reply to you because you guys mean sooo much to me. Thanks for sticking with me and stay tuned for part two! Ciao.
